Kira got kicked out of her house again. Sarah and James wanted 'time to
themselves' so she was basically kicked out of the house. It wasn't a bad
thing, being kicked outside and not be hounded every five seconds. But it
was going to rain tonight and she was going to get stuck out in it. She
drug out a huge umbrella and a blanket before setting off into the woods.
Just as she opened the umbrella to make sure this one worked, the rain started to pour. It was heavy and depressing, matching her mood.
It hurt that her mother hated her so. Her emotions were steel around her heart but eventually something strikes past the wall and hits a nerve. Though she was used to her parents going off at a whim's notice, it still hurt that they didn't want to be anywhere near her or be seen with her.
What happened to her mother? Toby told stories about her where she cared about anything and everything, her grandfather told her of her love for stories and the characters, even Karen spoke of how she loved. Why is it that she doesn't care for her only daughter? They also spoke of her love for The Labyrinth, Why does she fear it now? These were questions that bothered Kira for she knew not the answers she sought.
Kira looked around, she had walked the whole way to the clearing not even realizing she had. She didn't care anymore. She was treading through one of her short depression spells and just didn't care right now. Lady Luck was against her and probably would be for the rest of her life.
It hurt so bad, this loneliness that ate away at her world. No matter what she did, it was always there. She had dated several guys, hoping that she could find someone to make this pain go away. If anything they made it worse. It wasn't that she wanted to fit in and be surrounded by friends. Exactly the opposite. She didn't want people to really care except her parents. Though she wouldn't admit it openly, she *wanted* them to love her. That was something her crystals couldn't give her.
Kira sat there under the umbrella and on the blanket, trying to fight off her own tears of pain. She didn't succeed. As much as she hated crying, it made her feel a little better.
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Jareth collapsed on his bed, wishing to sleep for a hundred years. It wasn't an easy task he had taken on. He wasn't even sure it would work. It was undecided in his mind if he wanted it to work or just blow over.
A knocking came at the door, reminding the Goblin King of his duties. Moaning that he had duties to attend to, he roused himself and with the aid of a crystal changed into something dark.
"Enter," a younger version of Jareth stepped forward. He was as tall as Jareth, a mirror image of him except for his hair and clothing and the light color of his skin. His hair was platinum white and more of spikes instead of Jareth's messy blond hair and his clothes consisted of black and dark grays only. That was their only differences.
"Another child has been wished away," Cullen's melodic voice rang in the air. Jareth nodded to his son and Cullen almost made it out of sight. Before he could make it back to his room, shrill laughter echoed through the hallways and bounced off the stone walls. Both Jareth and Cullen cringed in pain. The shrill sound of Cullen's mother and all of her friends laughing was painful to any Fae's sensitive ears.
"Bloody hell, who did she invite, banshees?" Cullen cried as he slammed his bedroom door shut. It helped cut some of the sound out but not enough. Calling a crystal he threw it at the door. No sounds of crystal breaking laughter came through the door.
Cullen could not stand his mother sometimes. Don't get him wrong, he loved his mother dearly but sometimes he hated her. She was what mortals called 'the social butterfly' and always had friends over to gossip about this and that, always dragging him to big gathering so he could meet all different princesses, always talking about him marring and giving her grandchildren. It would drive anyone mad. But she had her ups too, just not too many Cullen could think of off the top of his head.
Cullen flopped down on his black satin four post bed, staring at his blank maroon red walls. He didn't want maroon walls anymore. With a thought, the walls darkened to midnight blue.
The Goblin Prince had it rather easy compared to some princes. The Goblin Kingdome wasn't really known for trading but was famous for The Labyrinth and the wished away children. There wasn't really anything to do as a Goblin King except to make sure the goblins stay out of trouble with the neighboring kingdoms. Which, if you really thought about it, wasn't that hard since they had to get through The Labyrinth to do such a thing. And the other thing was to make sure to take up the task of the wished away children.
Then something caught Cullen's sensitive ears; crying. Someone was crying so softly he probably wouldn't have heard it if he had moved. The sound was so depressing and quiet yet it took his attention in an instant. He called forth his clear crystal orb and whispered, "Show me the one crying." Before his eyes his reflection disappeared and was replaced with a dreary picture.
A young woman about Cullen's age was on a slightly damp blanket huddling under an umbrella trying to keep warm. Her long black and white hair cascaded down her face, hiding it from his mismatched eyes, her black clad body shook from the tears and the chill of the rain. Cullen's heart jolted with sorrow for the young girl. What she was doing out in the rain and why was she crying were the questions he was going to find the answers to.
He appeared in the rain, not really thinking about it until he was soaked through. Cursing in goblin, he called forth a crystal bubble and made the rain stop in the clearing and a set of dry clothing.
"What's wrong?" he asks as he sits next to her. Her head shot up, blue and brown eyes met silvery black and white ones. She startled so bad she jumped up and conjured a crystal without even thinking.
"Stay back," she said. No one could sneak up on her like that. No one even knew of the clearing, let alone where to find it. How did this guy know where her sanctuary was? Rage boiled over in her blood at both her weakness and the guy trespassing in when she was the most vulnerable.
Cullen just stared at her. The crystal he had seen her produce was out in the open. No mortal could conjure the crystals, well none that he knew of anyway. For once in the young Fae's life, he appeared back at his house without even thinking. Even though he could take care of a lot of the duties his father undertook, he had no idea what to do if a mortal could conjure crystals.
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Kira had watched him disappear, shocked that someone could do that. How could someone suddenly appear and then disappear like that, she wondered. She could hardly do it and she had crystals to help her. What strange secrets could that guy be hiding?
She dwelled on that thought as she picked up her things and went back home. Surely her parents would have exhausted themselves by now, she thought. And she was right.
When she entered her bedroom, she dumped the stuff on the floor and just plopped into bed. She was too exhausted to change or even take her shoes off. Sleep came on swift wings that night but the rider of sleep was a platinum white haired man with mismatched eyes.
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I hope I did ok. Did I do ok?
Just as she opened the umbrella to make sure this one worked, the rain started to pour. It was heavy and depressing, matching her mood.
It hurt that her mother hated her so. Her emotions were steel around her heart but eventually something strikes past the wall and hits a nerve. Though she was used to her parents going off at a whim's notice, it still hurt that they didn't want to be anywhere near her or be seen with her.
What happened to her mother? Toby told stories about her where she cared about anything and everything, her grandfather told her of her love for stories and the characters, even Karen spoke of how she loved. Why is it that she doesn't care for her only daughter? They also spoke of her love for The Labyrinth, Why does she fear it now? These were questions that bothered Kira for she knew not the answers she sought.
Kira looked around, she had walked the whole way to the clearing not even realizing she had. She didn't care anymore. She was treading through one of her short depression spells and just didn't care right now. Lady Luck was against her and probably would be for the rest of her life.
It hurt so bad, this loneliness that ate away at her world. No matter what she did, it was always there. She had dated several guys, hoping that she could find someone to make this pain go away. If anything they made it worse. It wasn't that she wanted to fit in and be surrounded by friends. Exactly the opposite. She didn't want people to really care except her parents. Though she wouldn't admit it openly, she *wanted* them to love her. That was something her crystals couldn't give her.
Kira sat there under the umbrella and on the blanket, trying to fight off her own tears of pain. She didn't succeed. As much as she hated crying, it made her feel a little better.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Jareth collapsed on his bed, wishing to sleep for a hundred years. It wasn't an easy task he had taken on. He wasn't even sure it would work. It was undecided in his mind if he wanted it to work or just blow over.
A knocking came at the door, reminding the Goblin King of his duties. Moaning that he had duties to attend to, he roused himself and with the aid of a crystal changed into something dark.
"Enter," a younger version of Jareth stepped forward. He was as tall as Jareth, a mirror image of him except for his hair and clothing and the light color of his skin. His hair was platinum white and more of spikes instead of Jareth's messy blond hair and his clothes consisted of black and dark grays only. That was their only differences.
"Another child has been wished away," Cullen's melodic voice rang in the air. Jareth nodded to his son and Cullen almost made it out of sight. Before he could make it back to his room, shrill laughter echoed through the hallways and bounced off the stone walls. Both Jareth and Cullen cringed in pain. The shrill sound of Cullen's mother and all of her friends laughing was painful to any Fae's sensitive ears.
"Bloody hell, who did she invite, banshees?" Cullen cried as he slammed his bedroom door shut. It helped cut some of the sound out but not enough. Calling a crystal he threw it at the door. No sounds of crystal breaking laughter came through the door.
Cullen could not stand his mother sometimes. Don't get him wrong, he loved his mother dearly but sometimes he hated her. She was what mortals called 'the social butterfly' and always had friends over to gossip about this and that, always dragging him to big gathering so he could meet all different princesses, always talking about him marring and giving her grandchildren. It would drive anyone mad. But she had her ups too, just not too many Cullen could think of off the top of his head.
Cullen flopped down on his black satin four post bed, staring at his blank maroon red walls. He didn't want maroon walls anymore. With a thought, the walls darkened to midnight blue.
The Goblin Prince had it rather easy compared to some princes. The Goblin Kingdome wasn't really known for trading but was famous for The Labyrinth and the wished away children. There wasn't really anything to do as a Goblin King except to make sure the goblins stay out of trouble with the neighboring kingdoms. Which, if you really thought about it, wasn't that hard since they had to get through The Labyrinth to do such a thing. And the other thing was to make sure to take up the task of the wished away children.
Then something caught Cullen's sensitive ears; crying. Someone was crying so softly he probably wouldn't have heard it if he had moved. The sound was so depressing and quiet yet it took his attention in an instant. He called forth his clear crystal orb and whispered, "Show me the one crying." Before his eyes his reflection disappeared and was replaced with a dreary picture.
A young woman about Cullen's age was on a slightly damp blanket huddling under an umbrella trying to keep warm. Her long black and white hair cascaded down her face, hiding it from his mismatched eyes, her black clad body shook from the tears and the chill of the rain. Cullen's heart jolted with sorrow for the young girl. What she was doing out in the rain and why was she crying were the questions he was going to find the answers to.
He appeared in the rain, not really thinking about it until he was soaked through. Cursing in goblin, he called forth a crystal bubble and made the rain stop in the clearing and a set of dry clothing.
"What's wrong?" he asks as he sits next to her. Her head shot up, blue and brown eyes met silvery black and white ones. She startled so bad she jumped up and conjured a crystal without even thinking.
"Stay back," she said. No one could sneak up on her like that. No one even knew of the clearing, let alone where to find it. How did this guy know where her sanctuary was? Rage boiled over in her blood at both her weakness and the guy trespassing in when she was the most vulnerable.
Cullen just stared at her. The crystal he had seen her produce was out in the open. No mortal could conjure the crystals, well none that he knew of anyway. For once in the young Fae's life, he appeared back at his house without even thinking. Even though he could take care of a lot of the duties his father undertook, he had no idea what to do if a mortal could conjure crystals.
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Kira had watched him disappear, shocked that someone could do that. How could someone suddenly appear and then disappear like that, she wondered. She could hardly do it and she had crystals to help her. What strange secrets could that guy be hiding?
She dwelled on that thought as she picked up her things and went back home. Surely her parents would have exhausted themselves by now, she thought. And she was right.
When she entered her bedroom, she dumped the stuff on the floor and just plopped into bed. She was too exhausted to change or even take her shoes off. Sleep came on swift wings that night but the rider of sleep was a platinum white haired man with mismatched eyes.
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I hope I did ok. Did I do ok?
